More by Monique Morgan

Another poem, this time one more recent. When I was about to graduate, I reflected on how much my Grandmother had wanted to be there. She died when I was 12 so... well, she couldn't, ne? I'd been having problems dealing with my family at the time, and this is sort of written to her.

A little ditty I wrote out one night when I should have been sleeping. Stupid insomnia. Anyway... this turned out to be more prophetic than I thought it could be. It's kind of a predecessor to a series I'm thinking of doing. Whee. It's not specifically anything, but it DOES involve alternate dimensions.